I am cold. Was I always cold? I cannot remember. It is hard for me to remember anything. All I know is Mummy and Daddy keep me warm and safe. They always have and they always will. When I am feeling worried, all I have to do is open my mouth and wail, and they are there to make it better. That is how it is, and I am content.

Daddy smiles a lot. That makes me smile, too. And he laughs. He tells me things that make him laugh when Mummy is not there. Daddy says he has a plan. I do not know what that means, but it makes him happy. I am glad he is happy. Sometimes he and Mummy seem scared, and that is scary for me, too. If Daddy is happy, that means nothing bad can happen.

Daddy tells me his plan about a Secret-Keeper. He says I am the only one who knows. I am just like a little Marauder, whatever that means. He talks and laughs about Uncle Puffut and someone else called Wormy.

I like Uncle Puffut. He takes me flying up high on his big, loud flyer-thing. That makes Daddy laugh, too, but sometimes Mummy shouts at Uncle Puffut when we come back down. Sometimes Uncle Puffut is all black and furry, but I still know it is him.


I make loud sounds and throw my toys away. I want attention! Mummy picks me up. I cry louder so she will comfort me, but she is scared and there is no comfort.

Mummy puts me into my warm clothes and takes me outside. I like outside. Even when it is cold and windy. That makes me think of Uncle Puffut and his flyer-thing again and I stop crying. Mummy puts my feet on the ground and holds my hand. I can walk just like a big person, now!

Mummy picks me up and we sit in a chair. She talks to me. She says "Harry" and "Mummy" and "baby" and "bigbrother" which is a word I do not know. I am the baby. I am Harry, too. She is Mummy. And she is smiling now. Maybe she is not scared. I smile too.

Mummy puts me back down, and I go to play with the plant-things. The red plant-thing wraps all around my arms and legs. It tickles! I giggle until Mummy comes and takes me away from it. I like the plant-thing. I want to go back. But we go into the house instead.


The door ding-dongs. Uncle Puffut and Uncle Moony are here! They have come to play with me. Uncle Puffut picks me up and spins me around! He calls me his favourite little Marauder. I still do not know what that means. We play a game with my toy Snitch. Uncle Puffut throws it and I bat at it with my hand when it comes close.

When good smells come from the food room, Uncle Puffut takes out his pointy-stick and makes me fly to the table! Whee! Mummy frowns at him.

While Mummy and Daddy and Uncle Puffut and Uncle Moony and Mr Wormy are eating food, they all frown and look scared and do not pay any attention to me. I cry and wail, but Mummy only pats me sometimes. This is no good. It is boring and scary at the same time.

I do not like Mr Wormy. His eyes flick all over the place, but he does not look at me. I hope he will not try to pick me up. I do not think Daddy likes him either. If Daddy does not like him, he must be bad.

Daddy picks up the food-holders and Mummy picks me up. She gives me to Uncle Moony, and he takes me back outside. I like outside. And I like Uncle Moony. I wish he did not look so sad. He tries humming and bouncing me, so I will not know he is sad, but it does not work. If Uncle Moony is sad, then I am sad.

Uncle Moony stops humming and talks to me. I do not understand many of the words. He keeps talking about Uncle Puffut, and sometimes Mummy and Daddy too. He is very sad. He does not cry like me. He is quiet, but his face is wet. I watch his face and am quiet too. I want to tell him that he should cry loud, so Mummy and Daddy can hear him, then they can comfort him and everything will be good.

Uncle Moony takes me back inside and gives me to Daddy. Mummy hugs him, and then we stand at the door and wave bye-bye to everyone.


Mummy and I are going to have a nap. Sometimes she makes me have a nap when I do not want to, but today she stays with me. I like sleeping when Mummy is there. It feels safe, and today I am sleepy. She rocks me and bounces me, but we do not lie down. I do not understand. Mummy cannot nap standing up.

Soon, I am very sleepy. It is warm and dark and Mummy is here. I am safe. I close my eyes as Mummy lays me down on the bed.


Mummy is picking me up again. Do I have to wake up? She smells like milk. I am hungry. There is red on her face. She is not wearing any clothes. The milk tastes funny, but I do not care.

Mummy keeps moving me around. It is hard to keep feeding when she does that. I wish she would stop.

Ow! That hurt, Mummy! Why did you do that? She made something sharp touch my head. I did not like it at all. I tell her so, loudly.

Mummy holds me close, calling me soft things. She is scared and crying and damp. It is all very bad. She puts something cold on my head, and I forget to be loud. I try to look at it, but it is too close, and then it is gone and I can only see Mummy.

She lays me down on the bed again, but I do not want her to. She should still be holding me. She is talking to someone I cannot see. I do not like this. It is all very bad.

Mummy is standing by the bed. Suddenly she makes a loud, scared sound. This is even worse than all the bad before! I want it to stop. I want Mummy to hold me and tell me everything is good. I say so as loudly as I can, but Mummy does not answer and she does not come to me. Why not? I want her!

Daddy is outside the door. He is shouting. Why is he not in here? He should be in here making things better, not out there being loud. I make louder sounds so he will know this.

Finally Daddy opens the door, but he does not pick me up. Can he not hear me? Daddy, make things better! He and Mummy are on the floor. I cannot see them. Daddy is making scared sounds.

It is a long time before Daddy picks me up. But it does not make anything better.


Daddy makes me some clothes that look just like his favourite ones. All red and yellow. He keeps talking about Quidditch, which is Daddy's favourite thing besides me and Mummy.

Mummy is sad all the time now. She does not cry, but she does not do anything else either. Daddy is sad, too, and so am I. And scared. I do not understand. Daddy holds me on his lap and does not say anything. He just looks out the window.

I am sleepy. Daddy puts me in my bed. He leaves and it is all dark and quiet. Sometimes I can hear him talking to Mummy, but I do not hear her. I hear him moving in the food-room, making clacking sounds with the food-holders. Then he is very quiet.

Suddenly, he is shouting. He shouts to Mummy and says my name. I do not understand what he is talking about, but he shouts loud enough that I hear all the words.

"Lily, take Harry and go!" he yells. "It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"

Mummy is in my room. I can see her in the dark, but I do not think she can see me. She is coming to me. I stand up in my bed and reach for her.

There is a big boom sound and a bright light. Mummy falls down and calls for Daddy. Someone is laughing in the food-room. It is not a nice laugh. It is scary and makes me cry. It is not Daddy or Uncle Puffut or Uncle Moony. Maybe it is the bad Wormy man.

Mummy does not come to me. She just stands and looks out the door. Can she not hear me? I make louder sounds.

Mummy says my name, but she is not looking at me. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

Someone else is talking to Mummy. "Stand aside, you silly girl ... stand aside, now."

"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please - I'll do anything -"

I cannot see what is happening. I cannot see the bad man who is talking to my Mummy and making her so scared.

"Stand aside - stand aside, girl -"

"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy!" He is pushing my Mummy out of the way! "Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead -"

And then he makes that bad laugh again and there is another boom sound and a bright light and Mummy is lying on the floor. She does not move. It is very scary.

The bad man is in the room with me. I make loud sounds telling him to go away and leave us alone. But he does not go. He comes toward me instead. He has a pointy-stick, and he is pointing it at me. I do not think he is going to make me fly.

He says bad-sounding words to me. There is another boom and light. It hurts! Make it stop, Mummy! Daddy! Make it stop!

Everything is falling. The house is falling. Pieces of it are falling on me. At least the bad man is not laughing anymore. I think he is gone now.

Someone come help me! Find me! Pick me up! Make it all better! Help!

Someone is here. I can hear them. They are moving in the dark. I am still in my bed, but I can see the sky. Why is my bed outside? I cannot move. Someone takes a piece of the house off me and I can see that it is Mr Wormy, the bad man. It was him! He hurt my Mummy and Daddy, and laughed! He is a very bad man!

I tell him to go away, but he is trying to touch my head where it hurts. He talks to me and says my name. At first, he sounds sad, but then he shouts at me. I do not like him! I want him to go away. Soon he does.

There is a sound. It is a sound I know. It sounds like Uncle Puffut's flyer-thing. Uncle Puffut will pick me up. He will make everything better. I make loud sounds so he will find me in the dark. Why is he taking so long?

I hear him saying "Harry", which is me. Then I see him. His face is wet and his hair is all mussed up. He is taking my bed apart and taking me out of it. Finally someone good has come to pick me up. Uncle Puffut and Uncle Moony will make Mummy and Daddy wake up. Everything will be better now.

Uncle Puffut rocks me and sings to me and wraps me in a blanket. I am warm and safe again. And there is my Snitch! Uncle Puffut and I are going to play with it again! He says we are going to his house. Uncle Moony will be there, too. And we are going to fly on his flyer-thing! Yay, flying! Yay, Uncle Moony! Yay, Uncle Puffut!

But someone else is here, too. Uncle Puffut sounds scared, but it is only the big, hairy man. I like the hairy man. He is sad, though. Why is everyone sad?

Uncle Puffut and the hairy man are talking, saying my name and saying "no" a lot. Uncle Puffut hugs me and gives me to the hairy man. But we are still going to fly on the flyer-thing. We will come back for Uncle Puffut and play with the Snitch later. And Mummy and Daddy and Uncle Moony can play, too.

~ THE END ~